Rose
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I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
come the next dawn- I will be withered gone.
A girl brought me to this vast place of deep tears,
her sad weeping wet my soft red velvet petals;
she had plucked me from my shade in her little garden,
oh, I was so happy there growing by the fence.
I heard her say the word baby in her sadness,
then she placed me gently on this cold tomb to die;
will I bring the baby peace- will the baby know me,
soon we are alone, baby and me- hello I whisper.
My name is Rose, soon I will join you in the other world,
that night I watched the moon and stars above;
for the last time I knew the dawn and then I gasped,
all was still - I was in the hand of a child.
The child pressed me to his lips and kissed me beautiful,
my petals were no longer brittle cold but lovely;
and here we lay under the blue azure sky and cool earth,
a rose and a baby boy, joined in death by eternal love.
For years we listen to birds singing and wind sighing,
the rain gently falling and snowflakes drifting in winter;
birds in circled flight above and distant whispers of love,
and the tears of an old woman falling on our tomb.
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August 23, 2016
Verse/Personification/Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 16-822-769-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, And In The Words, She Blooms
sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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